As the youngest academician at a top interstellar research institute, I was born into this new world.
In this cultivation world, my father, who's at the Nascent Soul stage, and my mother, who's at the Deity Transformation stage, couldn't make up their minds. "Our daughter's cultivation talent is extraordinary, yet she insists on tinkering with alchemy and artifact crafting?"
I raised a newly developed grenade-like magical artifact with an inscrutable expression. "Science is the primary productive force."
One day, my parents discovered that I had sealed ten ancient demons in my room. They were horrified.
I calmly showed them a plaque proclaiming my room a "model unit for criminal reform through labor." "Father, Mother, please trust in advanced interstellar management practices."
Then the Divine Clan descended and declared that this world's Heavenly Dao had collapsed and all living beings must perish.
I calmly pulled out the blueprints for my latest star-destroying warship. "If we're talking about productive forces, you're probably still a little behind."
